I wrap my arms around you as soon as you walk in the room. Your hand goes into my hair, tilting my head back. My knees go weak when your lips find my neck. A sigh escapes me when your other hand finds my breast. You shift my head so you can kiss the other side of my neck. I moan a little in protest when your other hand moves but you slide it over my hip and cup my ass, pulling me tight against your erection. Your hand moves again, sliding between us to rub me through my clothes. Your mouth covers mine, swallowing a wimper. My knees buckle and you guide us both to the sofa, pulling me on top of you. Your hand runs up the back of my thigh and around my hip to find me again, wet and aching for you. We come up for air and I moan your name, missing your lips on mine. You laugh softly and increase the pressure of your hand.

“I’ve missed you, too.”